If the path forward is blocked by high mountains, what should we do?
Then we'll simply tread across the mountains.
Jiang Muwan had yet another mountain to conquer.
Jiang Sinan's "initial display of sharpness" aroused her competitive spirit.
Can he move a thousand pounds with just four ounces of strength?
Then let a thousand pounds press down on him, forcing him to kneel here eternally.
It was not easy for Jiang Sinan to reveal a bit of his talent in front of the old man, and just like that, she extinguished it with a few words.
Jiang Muwan picked up a cup and took a sip of water, and as she lifted her wrist, a cry of alarm rang out from the butler standing by, with a shocked gaze landing on her hand.
The old man followed the look and saw the dense scars on her wrist, his expression turning several degrees colder.
"What happened?" His stern voice rose in the dining room, tinged with anger.
